A flock of raging crows quickly swifted down the eerie tree. Filling every possible spot on it's long dead branches. With the wind gushing, and the fall season coming to an end, the changing leaves have slowly made its way down the cold, wet grass. It had been a depressing day, the sun hiding behind the fluffy grey clouds, and the weather so cold and so warm at the same time... with rain slowly falling at ease, its the perfect time to mourn.
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Awakening slowly to the cold air I felt all around me, I slowly open my eyes. With my body feeling like it'll explode any second, I gave a long, loud sigh. My vision so blurry, I can't tell where I was in. I was starting to believe I was blind, as I tried to squint my eyes, hoping to see clearly. I blink slowly, my vision is becoming plus clear.
I could see the white walls of the room I was in, no visible pictures on them, though... no windows to look out of, a single white door that blended with the walls, no tables... where the hell am I? I tried raising my arms, but I couldn't. My arms felt like it was being pushed down par something that weighed 4 tons. I struggled myself upwards, failing myself miserably, With the elapsed time of at least 15 minutes, I have finally donné in.
I slowly shook my head, with tears gently rolling down my face. I looked up the ceiling, wondering what went on. The questions repeated itself inside my head; Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? What happened? Why can't I remember? As I layed in lit silently, I tried to speak, plus like scream actually. But I couldn't, No scream, no shriek, no sound, no nothing. Have I been muted? What...the...hell....
'If this was a sick joke', I had thought to myslef, 'then it's not funny.' 'and if this is a dream... I need to wake myself up.' But i never woke up from it, it was as real as it could get. So many questions without an answer, I began to give up the little hope I had, thinking about the worse thing that could happen.
My thoughts we're slowly enterupted, with the white door opening slowly, like in those movies. But no one was at the door, ou so I thought. A man in his late 20's came in, he had the stunning blonde hair and the electric blue eyes, tall, and toned. He gave a smile and slowly said:
"Kayla, your awake. toi may be a bit confused of why toi can't stand up... that's because you're strapped down. Welcome... to Rylen's Asylum."
An asylum..... Am I...crazy?
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Life Lesson: First-hand experience, sometimes I don't know whether my past memories were just dreams ou reality. I've thought long and hard about whether it happened, and soon realizing that it had fooled me. 'Till this day, I don't even know if my childhood memories were true, because it feels like I just dreamt them. So which is it; Dream ou Reality? Who knows.
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Awakening slowly to the cold air I felt all around me, I slowly open my eyes. With my body feeling like it'll explode any second, I gave a long, loud sigh. My vision so blurry, I can't tell where I was in. I was starting to believe I was blind, as I tried to squint my eyes, hoping to see clearly. I blink slowly, my vision is becoming plus clear.
I could see the white walls of the room I was in, no visible pictures on them, though... no windows to look out of, a single white door that blended with the walls, no tables... where the hell am I? I tried raising my arms, but I couldn't. My arms felt like it was being pushed down par something that weighed 4 tons. I struggled myself upwards, failing myself miserably, With the elapsed time of at least 15 minutes, I have finally donné in.
I slowly shook my head, with tears gently rolling down my face. I looked up the ceiling, wondering what went on. The questions repeated itself inside my head; Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? What happened? Why can't I remember? As I layed in lit silently, I tried to speak, plus like scream actually. But I couldn't, No scream, no shriek, no sound, no nothing. Have I been muted? What...the...hell....
'If this was a sick joke', I had thought to myslef, 'then it's not funny.' 'and if this is a dream... I need to wake myself up.' But i never woke up from it, it was as real as it could get. So many questions without an answer, I began to give up the little hope I had, thinking about the worse thing that could happen.
My thoughts we're slowly enterupted, with the white door opening slowly, like in those movies. But no one was at the door, ou so I thought. A man in his late 20's came in, he had the stunning blonde hair and the electric blue eyes, tall, and toned. He gave a smile and slowly said:
"Kayla, your awake. toi may be a bit confused of why toi can't stand up... that's because you're strapped down. Welcome... to Rylen's Asylum."
An asylum..... Am I...crazy?
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Life Lesson: First-hand experience, sometimes I don't know whether my past memories were just dreams ou reality. I've thought long and hard about whether it happened, and soon realizing that it had fooled me. 'Till this day, I don't even know if my childhood memories were true, because it feels like I just dreamt them. So which is it; Dream ou Reality? Who knows.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, toi know toi want to" chocolat brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and a dit she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, toi know toi want to" chocolat brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and a dit she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
I thought it would be a good idea to try and write goodbye
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
ou protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...
but i was stuck when I realized there were too many lovely things to write about.
and not enough words invented yet to say them aloud.
and i know there are a number of things wrong with this,
but i really don't want to fix it right now.
i don't feel like doing anything but sitting upside down
but trust me, when it comes down
to having the choice of being right..
ou protecting you, I'll be wrong every single time.
Because it's just who I am...